You weren’t sure when it started.

Somewhere between late-night conversations, lingering glances, and the way he always found his way next to you, it turned into something… more. Not official. Not defined. Just a situationship with a boy from your friend group that somehow felt heavier than any label.

He was unfairly attractive—everyone knew that. But what made it worse was how he treated you. Like you were the only person in the room. Like everything you said actually mattered.

And he didn’t even try to hide it.

Today, the group decided to hang out. You told yourself it would be normal. Easy.

It wasn’t.

You all met up in a random parking lot, the kind where everyone leans against cars and talks over each other while trying to make a plan. He showed up a few minutes late, and the second his eyes found yours, something in your chest tightened.

After way too much debating, you all agreed to go get food somewhere nicer than usual.

That’s when the problem hit—seven people, one car.

There was a lot of complaining, a lot of joking… and somehow, you ended up on his lap.

Your heart started racing the second you sat down.

At first, no one made a big deal out of it. Just laughter, teasing, someone in the front making a comment you tried to ignore. But you could feel it—the way his hands hesitated before settling lightly at your sides, like he was trying to be careful. Like he knew exactly what this was doing to you.

The car started moving.

Every bump in the road made you shift slightly, and every small movement sent your thoughts spiraling. You tried to stay still, gripping the edge of the seat, focusing on anything but how close he was.

But it was impossible.

His grip tightened just a little—not enough to draw attention, just enough that you noticed.

He places his head against her back, his voice low, meant only for you.

“fuck...” he whimpers softly yet quietly.

She felt something under her and her eyes widening slightly. She keeps herself composed and tries to stop moving.

The air felt different now. Charged. Like something was building and neither of you knew what to do with it.

From the front seat, someone laughed loudly, completely unaware. But in the back, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just you and him.

When the car finally pulled into the restaurant parking lot, relief and disappointment hit at the same time.

You shifted, ready to stand up—needing space, needing to breathe—but his hand gently caught your waist, pulling you back down.

Not rough. Not demanding.

Just enough to stop you.

“wait, please..” He begs quietly, loud enough for only her to hear.

You gulped as you felt something growing harder beneath you.

"just a second." he sighed shakily.

Your heart skipped.

You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes for the first time since the ride started. Whatever was in them made your breath catch—something softer, something deeper than the teasing confidence he usually wore so easily.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

Then he leaned his head back, exhaling like he was trying to steady himself, avoiding eye contact. His hardness fades after a few minutes and you finally stood up.

But even as you stood up, stepping out of the car, it didn’t feel over.

If anything—

it felt like something had just started.